Wednesday, May 29, 2013

These Boots Were Forced To Garden

As more possible workshop time is scythed away by gardening *cough* *spit* *urgh* *etc*, I'm wondering if I should temporarily change this blog title to "Musings From The Garden Bench" just to have something on topic to write about. Although first I'd have to find the garden bench...

I should warn you though, while as a woodworker I'm all about enjoying the journey, as a gardener the sole focus is ticking the flippin' job off the list. Thus the Old Man, who likes gardening (I swear I must be adopted) might suggest, for instance, that I try the Ransome's Ajax on the front lawn, because he claims it gives much the best result. It's an Old Tool, right? You confidently expect me to be all over that.

Think again.

In actual fact, my internalised response is more along the lines of "Dude, are you &*$%!^* delusional? It's heavy and I have to do all the pushing. Now shift those crutches and let me get to the extension lead and the Flymo."

Yes, folks, the awful truth about me and the garden is... I'm a rabid Normite.